Yi Mu was only disappointed for a moment, but when he saw Li Xiaoyun and Ms. Lu walking towards him from a distance, he waved to them happily.
Li Xiaoyun had completely composed herself and walked over with a smile on her face.
Ms. Lu watched coldly, thinking to herself that if Li Xiaoyun had put that same effort into Yi Ming, she would probably already be the second wife of the Yi family.
Li Xiaoyun and Ms. Lu met up with them, and Lu Qingyao went to buy a few bottles of iced soda.
The four people sat under the umbrella, watching surfers riding the waves in the distance.
Like a child, Yi Mu complained to Li Xiaoyun that he couldn't get a tan.
Li Xiaoyun was a fair-skinned beauty. She was born in the countryside, and none of her family members were fair-skinned. Her uncle, Yi Mu, was as dark as a lump of charcoal.
Imu inherited her genes; she's naturally not dark-skinned.
Ms. Lu has always felt that it is a miracle that Li Xiaoyun was able to raise Yi Mu, a cheerful, decisive, and thoughtful child.
There's nothing wrong with being fair-skinned. As long as you have enough personal charm, people who like you will naturally be attracted to you.
Yi Mu smiled at her, "I hope that, thanks to Aunt Lu's auspicious words, the person I like will also like me."
When Lu Qingyao heard him mention the person he liked, his heart skipped a beat. He jokingly asked, "What kind of girl do you like?"
Yi Mu was embarrassed to discuss this in front of his parents, but he couldn't back down, so he passed the question on to Lu Qingyao.
"You go first."
Lu Qingyao stared at him, mentally considering how to say it so that Yi Mu wouldn't realize his feelings.
His slight pause was interpreted by Yi Mu as shyness.
He laughed loudly and bumped into Lu Qingyao, then, as if presenting a treasure, made a gesture as if to whisper something to Ms. Lu.
"Aunt Lu, let me tell you, everyone in our class is saying that Qingyao likes Fang Xiaoxiao from Class 1. Every time after class, Fang Xiaoxiao hangs around our classroom door and asks people about Qingyao, but Qingyao is a closet guy and ignores her."
Halfway through building up his emotions, Lu Qingyao wanted to pin Yi Mu down on the beach and beat him up.
How could someone as intelligent as him believe such baseless rumors?
Ms. Lu was neither surprised nor opposed to her son's early romantic relationship.
She glanced at Lu Qingyao, whose face had turned red, and teased, "Son, I don't object to you dating. If you really like a girl, date her first. When the time is right, bring her home so I can meet her."
The three people present all thought that Lu Qingyao was blushing because he was embarrassed, but only he knew that he was angry.
He treated Yimu like his own food, protecting it carefully and not letting anyone else even glance at it or touch it.
From childhood to adulthood, when has he ever shown such concern for others?
Ms. Lu is not sensitive at heart, and Yi Mu is also very carefree.
Li Xiaoyun probably never even considered that men could be together.
Lu Qingyao's youthful heart was misunderstood.
He felt he had to explain, otherwise his future pursuit of love would be incredibly difficult.
"I don't like Fang Xiaoxiao. The person I like can't be too much shorter than me."
Lu Qingyao is 1.9 meters tall, while Fang Xiaoxiao is only 1.63 meters tall, a head shorter than him. She is too short.
But Fang Xiaoxiao may not be tall, but she has a pretty face.
Just as Yi Mu was about to retort, Lu Qingyao added, "He needs to be outgoing, like to have fun, it's boring to stay cooped up at home all day, he also needs to be good at studying, fair-skinned, and good-looking."
As he said this, his eyes were fixed on Yi Mu, and from an angle where Li Xiaoyun and Ms. Lu couldn't see, his eyes were full of tenderness.
Yi Mu thought about it seriously, "Who are you talking about? There don't seem to be many people in our school who meet your criteria."
Lu Qingyao was exhausted, wondering when his little brain would finally come to its senses.
"Not from our school."
Lu Qingyao's eyelids twitched as he recalled the subtle expression on Yi Mu's face when the topic was first brought up.
"Mumu, what type of girl do you like?"
Yi Mu bumped her iced soda against Lu Qingyao's, complaining, "How many times have I told you, don't call me Mu Mu! It sounds too girly."
Lu Qingyao smiled indulgently: "Alright, whatever you say."
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